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  • Friday, July 31, 2009

    Just As Delicious As Cats...

    My dog came thisclose to catching a bunny in our yard the other day. This bunny is the culprit responsible for eating all the spinach I planted with the kids. It's too bad Java didn't get it. It would've been her dessert. Maybe next time. Heh.
    Don't get me wrong...I like bunnies. I just don't like the juvenile delinquent kind.

    Thursday, July 30, 2009

    Our Preschool Decision...

    Well, both kids are officially enrolled in the State Pre-K program at our neighborhood public school. They'll be in separate classrooms because they are different ages; the teachers have already been hired; there are no supplies to be bought except for tissue and wipes; and they only need to bring extra clothes with them each day. I gave the school all of Jack's developmental, speech, behavioral (Tuesday's Child), and occupational therapy evaluations, in addition to his medical diagnostic test results that ruled out autism and clarified his anxiety and Sensory Processing Disorder issues.

    All I have to do now is send the Catholic school a letter stating that the kids will not be attending their school. I'll only lose $100. There are no guarantees that the Catholic school will even be open next year, either. I'd like some continuity in their education. The public school is nowhere near any danger of closing due to low enrollment, like the Catholic school. And the Catholic school offers no special services such as occupational therapy to assist Jack in dealing with his Sensory Processing Disorder. When I met the teacher they hired for their Pre-K class, she had no idea what SPD even was. Yeah, that's not good. While it's closer to the house, the other school is only two blocks farther and that's not bad at all. Plus, our neighborhood public school is one of the best in the city. We're lucky to live where we do.

    Jack and Liv got to see their classrooms. They were empty, but they got a feel for the place. They even got to see the auditorium and stage. They were happy. And then we all got home and they had accidents at home before they could get to the potty. However, they stayed dry while we were at the school. Not bad, considering we were there for quite a while, at least an hour.

    They start school on September 8th. And it's FREE and we can get Jack some more help in areas he's deficient in. One of his strengths is his impeccable memory and his ability to spell over a hundred words at age four; one of his weaknesses is his anxiety in social situations. This school can help. And with Livie in a separate classroom, both kids can be individuals and not have to worry about each other for two-and-a-half hours a day (even though I know the transition will be quite rough on them).

    Yay! I have a good feeling about this place. Keep your fingers crossed.

    Wednesday, July 29, 2009

    Enjoy The Silence...

    I am drawing a blank right now. I don't know what to write here, so I guess I'll just be quiet today.

    Quiet can be good.

    There are just so many things I could write about, but I'm not inclined to think my words through. I guess I'm just being lazy, but lazy can be good, too, sometimes.

    I'm going to enjoy the quiet on here today. My house is noisy enough. My blog doesn't have to be, does it?

    Tuesday, July 28, 2009

    Glucola Should Be Renamed As "Shit"...

    I had my gestational diabetes test yesterday. If you're not familiar with that, the test entails drinking 50g of a glucose solution that tastes similar to a flat Orange Crush...on an empty stomach. An hour later, your blood is drawn to see how well your body has processed the sugar. It's quite disgusting, especially on an empty stomach. Hopefully, I passed and I won't have to go through the three-hour follow-up test.

    And I hope I never, ever have to drink that crap again. Ugh.

    Monday, July 27, 2009

    Marrying A Chicago Girl...

    Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had given their new wives duties.

    The first man had married a woman from Tennessee
    and bragged that he had told his wife to do all the dishes and house cleaning. He said it took a couple days, but on the third day he came home to a clean house and the dishes were done.

    The second man had married a woman from Florida.
    He bragged that he had given his wife orders to do all the cleaning, dishes and the cooking. On that the first day he didn't see any results, but the next day it was better. By the third day, his house was clean, the dishes were done and he had a huge dinner on the table.

    The third man married a girl from Chicago.
    He told her that her duties were to keep the house clean, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day most of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye; enough to fix himself a bite to eat, load the dishwasher, telephone a landscaper and put in a load of laundry.

    This is sooooo true. Chicago men know better than to boss their wives around. Just ask my husband. Heh.

    Sunday, July 26, 2009

    Not Really 98 Days...

    I know my ticker at the top says there are 98 days left of my pregnancy, but that isn't accurate. I'm carrying twins, so that means full-term for me means 36 weeks, not the usual 40 weeks as if I were carrying a singleton.

    At the most, I have 70 days left, which is scary to me. That's only a little over two months, if I carry all the way to 36 weeks. I can't believe how quickly this has all gone by. It's my last pregnancy, so it's all bittersweet, really. I will miss being pregnant, but I will love having my body back. It sounds weird, but I miss bending at the waist. I can only bend over from the hips because I haven't had a waist in months. Silly, I know.

    I'm nervous and scared about my third C-section, which is to be expected. Surgery, recovery, the logistics of getting my kids to and from school everyday and subsequently taking care of them after they come home while recovering and caring for not one, but TWO newborns, juggling finances, etc. It's all overwhelming. Really, you have no idea.

    I will, however, be going back to work at some point. I expect to be on maternity leave anywhere from mid-September to as early as the beginning of January (which I do NOT want) or as late as after my school system's Spring Break (which I prefer, if our finances allow me to be off that long). After that, we're contemplating having my husband stay home with the children for a while, maybe even a few years. He could quit his job entirely and we could save on child care expenses or he could work part-time after I come home. It's not ideal, financially, but it's weighing heavily on our minds. If he were to stay home, I could reasonably work an after school program and/or summer school for extra income to replace part of what we'd be losing and child care would be free because he'd be doing it. We'd definitely miss out on his income, but so much of it would be going toward child care, it almost seems as if him working is futile. When I think about it, it all makes sense and it might be where we are headed next year. Nothing is set in stone, however. It's all just an idea that may well be feasible, if we can make it happen financially. I know now why one parent tries to stay home...child care expenses would kill us (especially with the older two only in preschool for halfdays; they still need to be taken care of when they come home, in addition to the twins). We'll see what happens. I'm all for it, but it's all about the almighty dollar, sadly.

    So, 70's not far off. And if I can make it that far, it'll be great. If not, I'm mentally preparing myself for whatever may happen. Fingers crossed, as usual.

    I need a hug and a million dollars. Got either for me?

    Saturday, July 25, 2009

    Happy Birthday, Mom!...

    Today is my Mom's birthday. Words cannot adequately describe how much she means to all of us. She is everything and so much more to everyone she encounters. She is my friend, my partner in crime, my rock. And we all love her more than she could ever possibly know.
    Happy Birthday, Mom! You make our lives complete. I love you!

    Friday, July 24, 2009


    Do you have any idea what temperament you are? I took one of those online quizzes not too long ago that says I'm melancholic. That's no surprise to me. Maybe it was just my mood that day, but I would like to be more sanguine (supposedly a perfect match for me). Maybe it's the whole "black bile" thing that doesn't sit well with me. Sigh...

    Thursday, July 23, 2009

    When I Was A Baby...

    Lately, during the past two weeks (ever since potty training boot camp started), I estimate that 90% of Livie's sentences begin with, "When I was a baby..." It seems to me that she's coming out of her babyhood and into her biggirlhood. If she has a pee accident, she automatically responds, "Well, I guess I'm not a big girl anymore." So, I know this is weighing heavily on her mind.

    And Jack is telling stories about how Elmo needs to go on the potty so he can go to school. I guess the same thing is weighing heavily on his mind, too.

    Oh, to have that be my only worry...I shouldn't say that, though. One day, worrying about being able to make it to the potty WILL be my only worry. The difference is that I'll be old and feeble and my kids will be the ones changing MY wet undies. And it won't get any better. By then, I'll be saying, "When I was your age...," that is, if I can remember.

    Wednesday, July 22, 2009

    Because I'm Superstitious...

    I've decided to not update the potty training successes on here all the time. From time to time, I'll share some potty training progress, but I want to avoid blogging about it all the time because I simply don't want to jinx it. I'm keeping a log on paper (duh, of course I would do that!) of how many attempts each kid had, how many successes they had, and how many accidents each had every day. So far, the attempts and successes FAR outweigh any accidents they might have. Livie has stayed dry at night for almost ten days, went a few days without any accidents, pooped in the potty on Monday, I wrote about it, and then yesterday she had two accidents! Jack had NO accidents yesterday, which surprised the hell out of me. Then again, that boy has all kinds of surprises for me all the time. Just when I think he's not really listening, I realize he's taking it all in, being an observer, and then surprising me with what he knows. I should never underestimate him.

    So, from now on, I won't be tracking our potty training progress on this blog all the time. Updates from time to time? Sure. You're just not going to read about all the dirty details (pun totally intended there) until I feel it's all over and the kids are done. Like I said, I just don't want to jinx all the good we've accomplished. I'm superstitious like that, you know.

    All you need to know is that it's going well right now and it's much easier potty training both kids at the same time now than it was the first week. Every day brings more progress and that's a great thing.

    Tuesday, July 21, 2009

    She Did It!...

    Livie pooped on the potty yesterday! On Day 15 of boot camp potty training, she made up her mind to go poop on the potty. Of course, the Princess backpack was AWESOME incentive for her to go. Nevertheless, she DID it like a big girl! When I asked her if she could make sure to do this again tomorrow, she said, "Sure!" I know she means it. Plus, she's been dry overnight for over a week! She's amazing!

    Way to go, Livie!

    All in all, the progress is getting better each day...less accidents, more successes for both Livie and Jack. It's getting a little easier than the first week. This is the start of our third week doing it, but I'm pretty sure the kids will be just fine when they start preschool.


    Monday, July 20, 2009

    Waiting For The Onslaught...

    Today, I have my OB visit at 1:45pm. I'm 25 weeks along and from now on, I go every two weeks. I'm expecting a barrage of nonstress tests, biophysical profiles, and ultrasounds until the day I deliver the twins. It goes with the territory.

    It sure is safer, these days, to have a multiple pregnancy. They can tell so much so far in advance from just keeping an eagle eye on you and testing the bejeezus out of you. Yeah, the hospital will be becoming my second home for the next couple of months, but it's better than being in the dark about what's going on in my womb.

    It's going to be a loooooooong 11 weeks, I think. That is, if I even make it that far. Fingers crossed, as usual...

    Sunday, July 19, 2009

    A Letter To Sleep...

    Dear Sleep,

    It would be so nice if you could make an appearance from time to time. I realize that my body is gearing up to have two babies and I am being prepared for all the sleepless nights that are in store for me. However, if I can't sleep, perhaps you could make my son sleep. It would be a nice change of pace for us.

    A sleepless household makes for an angry one, so kindly keep us in mind, if you can. And if you could please talk to Braxton Hicks and try to convince him that his contractions are not necessary in the middle of the night. I can get along just fine without them. Remember, this is a scheduled C-section. My body need not prepare for actual labor.

    Thanks, again.

    The Woman with the Serious Bags Under Her Eyes.

    Saturday, July 18, 2009

    Keepin' On...

    Potty training is going much better lately. This is our second week of undies all day and both kids are doing well with it. I don't want to say much more because I don't want to jinx it. I won't lie...the first week was about as rough as it gets. It's the hardest thing I've ever done, really. Howevah...

    I have found the key to getting through to my son. I have also figured out the motivation for my daughter. So, we're just going to keep on keepin' on.

    I have no doubt they'll be ready for school when it starts. Keep your fingers crossed. It's the most important life skill they'll ever need to learn. And we're doing our best.

    Friday, July 17, 2009

    Men Are A Different Animal...

    A friend of mine (male) sent me this joke titled, "Men are Just Happier People." Well, I don't know if they are happier than women, per se. I do know, however, that they are a completely different animal. And I chuckled at some of the differences between the two sexes and found a few of these things to be true in many cases. When you get to the part about the bathrooms, you'll laugh, too. When I see what I have in my bathroom as compared to what my husband has in his bathroom, I can't help but laugh at the fact that he wouldn't know what most of my "stuff" is for. Read on and have a good laugh today.

    If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah .
    If Mike , Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla and Four-eyes.

    When the bill arrives, Mike , Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.
    When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.

    A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.
    A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.

    A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel ..
    The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.

    A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
    A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

    A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
    A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

    A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
    A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.

    A woman will dress up to go shopping
    A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.

    Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
    Women somehow deteriorate during the night.

    Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
    A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.

    A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!

    Thursday, July 16, 2009

    Goes With The Territory...

    I guess this goes with the territory when you're pregnant with twins! Ugh. Care to sit next to me? Fine, just don't tell any jokes or I may wet myself...and you! You think I'm kidding, don't you?

    Wednesday, July 15, 2009

    Playing Statue...

    A woman was in bed with her lover
    when she heard her husband
    opening the front door.

    "Hurry," she said, "stand in the corner."

    She rubbed baby oil all over him,
    then dusted him with talcum powder.

    "Don't move until I tell you,"
    she said. "Pretend you're a statue."

    "What's this?" the husband inquired,
    as he entered the room.

    "Oh it's a statue," she replied.
    "The Smiths bought one and I liked it,
    so I got one for us, too."

    No more was said,
    not even when they went to bed.

    Around 2 AM the husband got up,
    went to the kitchen and returned
    with a sandwich and a beer.

    "Here," he said to the statue, "have this.
    I stood like that for two days at the Smiths
    And nobody offered me a damned thing."

    Tuesday, July 14, 2009

    Jane Had The Right Idea...

    Heh. Jane was one smart woman. When in doubt, forget the jugular...go straight for the balls.

    Monday, July 13, 2009

    The Houseboat That Is Me...

    Yesterday, my Mom and I went shopping for maternity clothes for me. I figured that since it would be the last time I'm ever going to get to do this, I would drop a pretty penny. And I did. Of course, Mom helped, too.

    I've got some stylish pieces and oh-so-comfortable pieces that will expand with my growing womb. I still can't believe I'm bigger than I was when I had Jack and Liv.

    Total weight gain, so far: 23 lbs. And it ain't even over yet. I just have to keep reminding myself that there are TWO babies in there, so I'm not going to even remotely be "cute" while pregnant. I'm resigned to becoming a houseboat while they are in there. That's just the way it's gotta be.

    At least I can look like a stylish and comfy houseboat. Right?

    Sunday, July 12, 2009

    The Threshold Of Viability...

    Today marks Week 24 in my pregnancy. This week also marks the "threshold of viability," when a fetus has a chance of surviving outside of the mother. If my twins were born right now, they would have a ten-percent chance of surviving, but with complications, of course.

    The next milestone is Week 28, when the threshold of viability skyrockets to a ninety-percent survival rate. Babies born during this time have an excellent chance of survival outside the womb, as compared to previous weeks.

    While I'm hoping I can last until early October, I would not be surprised one bit if these babies came in mid-September. I am preparing myself for whatever may come because I have no control over it.

    My next OB appointment is on July 20th. After that, I'll see him every two weeks. I have a feeling the numerous ultrasounds, nonstress tests, and biophysical profiles will be starting soon. Sigh. The hospital will be my second home until these babies are born. I guess I'm mentally gearing up for it all now.

    Saturday, July 11, 2009

    My Day Off...

    Yesterday, I took a wonderful and much-needed "day off" from potty training my kids. Well, not really, but I only did "light duty" with it. I let Hubby handle the bulk of it throughout the entire day. So, what did I do?

    I went to the grocery store, which is something I never do. It's usually Hubby's job to stock the house with food; when I go, I spend too much money, so he says. Well, yesterday was no exception. And, honestly, I needed to get out of that house. After potty training two very stubborn children for 32 hours over the course of four days, I was emotionally drained. So, I took a "me" day, in a sense.

    The kids actually did a great job for Hubby, which I knew would happen. They needed to show off for him and make him proud. Liv was especially receptive, too, and earned many rewards for being dry and for going on the potty. Jack also did well and earned his rewards, too. Sure, both kids had their share of accidents, but there were many, many successes to be celebrated, as well. Let's see if the momentum keeps up today while Hubby's at work. At least he's home until 11am.

    While Hubby took over the potty training for the day, I also pureed everything under the sun. I've been reading Deceptively Delicious by Jessica Seinfeld and The Sneaky Chef by Missy Chase Lapine. They have some really great recipes and ideas for getting good foods into my kids by masquerading them in things they already like to eat. So, I'm going to try my hand at it and see how it goes. You name it; I pureed it today:

    Blueberries, strawberries, bananas, peas, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, spinach, butternut squash (after I roasted it), pumpkin...each frozen in 1/2, 3/4, and 1 cup servings for quick and easy use. The only thing I didn't puree yet was the sweet potatoes, which I'll do today, if I have time. I have a colorful assembly of ingredients at my fingertips. Now, I just have to USE them creatively. The first thing I'm going to try is brownies (secret ingredients: blueberries and spinach). I'll let you know how it goes (with the kids AND with Hubby).

    I'm excited about trying some new recipes. I don't think my blender has ever gotten this good of a workout. I really want to get some healthy foods snuck into my kids' diets without them knowing. Maybe they'll be surprised and actually like it. Wish me luck.

    Boy, this sure feels like I'm nesting...

    Friday, July 10, 2009


    I'm too depressed to write right now. Everything is one step up and ten steps back for me lately. I can't even write about what's really on my mind on this blog anymore.

    So, the one place I used to feel safe (this blog) is now another place where I don't. It figures.

    Nothing and no one is ever truly safe. Remember that.

    Thursday, July 09, 2009

    No Time...

    I don't really have much time to write a real post right now. I've been very, very busy potty training Jack and Liv so they can go to preschool next month. So, I've been setting timers for them both. Consequently, it leaves me very little time to write here because if I haven't got one on the potty, then I've got the other one on the potty.

    Progress is slow, but it's progress, nonetheless. And I'll take whatever I can get right now. Keep your fingers crossed!

    Wednesday, July 08, 2009


    Does anyone else see the humor in this sign? Or is it just my raging hormones because I have two placentas?

    Tuesday, July 07, 2009


    It sure feels that way sometimes.

    Monday, July 06, 2009

    The Youngest Ones...

    My nephew (7), Jack (4), and Liv (3) were checking out the noises of the fireworks outside this weekend. These are the youngest members of our family right here until the twins arrive. I love this picture because they are so happy to be together.

    Sunday, July 05, 2009

    Forever Siblings, Forever Friends...

    My brother, my sister, and I.
    I love them so much.

    Saturday, July 04, 2009

    By The Dawn's Early Light...

    Have a very safe and happy holiday!

    Friday, July 03, 2009

    Short & To The Point...

    My Sister is here for the weekend! Must go cause some trouble now. Heh.

    Thursday, July 02, 2009

    Totally True...

    This is completely true for me (and I still have about 14 weeks to go). It's so hard to paint my toenails, it's not even funny. Don't even get me started on how in the world I'm able to shave my legs. Ugh.
    Good times, people. Good times.
    (SIDENOTE: No Nummies, Night #3 went just fine. If I say anymore, though, I may be judged harshly about my parenting skills again by a certain someone giving unsolicited advice in the comments and to my email. Personal attacks on my kids are not cool. WWJD?)

    Wednesday, July 01, 2009

    No Nummies, Night #2...

    Last night, I told Jack he could suck on his blanket to help him fall asleep. After about 5 minutes, I took it out of his mouth and he fell right to sleep without any fuss at all. Livie took about 20-25 minutes to fall asleep, unlike the hour+ it took her the night before. When I had asked her what she'd done to get herself to sleep the night before, she told me she'd just sucked on her shirt. So, last night I also told her she could suck on her blanket just like Jack. And I stayed with her until she fell asleep. She tried sucking on her shirt, then her blanket, then several fingers. However, it just wasn't the same and she decided to just roll over and go to bed without trying to fight it. Not bad.

    All in all, the absence of the nummies hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be. We've had worse nights with nummies. Both kids are pretty smart. They're trying out different techniques to soothe themselves to sleep and they're going with whatever works for them. I couldn't ask for more.

    Jack woke up his regular 2-3 times, but it wasn't any different than what he was doing when he had his nummy. It took maybe 5 more minutes to settle him into the fact that we don't use nummies anymore. Neither kid has put up much of a fight about it, really. Both kids wake up before 6am and are dancing and doing handstands in their room at an ungodly hour. They're happy, though.

    I expected the worst and have been surprised by how mature my kids have been about it, considering they've had nummies their whole lives. I guess they knew it was time to say goodbye to their nummies. Smart kids.